Sometimes the historical dictionary offers solace through the existence of an obsolete word that is sorely needed now. One of them is ‘respair’, recorded just once, in the 15th century. It means fresh hope, and a recovery from despair.

An odd few days for me.
Beautiful weather in a place I love, but it's not enjoyable.
My dad died on Monday night, and I am broadly fine, but feeling the gap, the ending, the change, and it is a heavy, solid sadness that I am holding and carrying.
... grieving is a complex process, and this is mine.

On the subject of tidying a lingo, have you come across the 'Portuguese-Language Orthographic Agreement of 1990'?
The Wikipedia article is interesting and contains the word 'Lusophony' which is reason enough to read it IMHO.
You're welcome :-)

BOLD.

I sometimes drive past 'Poppinghole Lane'...

*pops*

Neigh! Shirley Knott!
*makes horse noises, canters off*

There is no such thing as a 5 minute job.

As your 2nd home you'd have to pay extra stamp duty, obvs. It's so hard being loaded.

Nooooo! :-(

Sandstorm by Darude is the cheatcode for my generation

Mood:
Ugh + Argh + Aiee! + Oof + REALLY?!?!

= UAAORgrioEhgefAheL!LY?!?!

This is my new password.

is that Marc Almond? o_Ó

Peregrine Worsthorne... Apart from it being a fabulous name, Peregrine means something like 'traveller' in modern usage, its roots being the same as 'pilgrim'.
... you're welcome!

Crazy dystopian vibe with a spicy, crunchy mix of REALLY?!?! sauce and OMG?!?! salad - I make this wild yet somehow believable prediction:

The next person to be US President will be Elon Musk.

I like this a lot. From a man who once bought three whole Stiltons for £18 just before closing time on the 24th - Happy Randomass!

Happy Merry Xmas to all of you, and if Xmas isn't your thing, Happy Merry Non Xmas instead.

Grace at Christmas Not only for the way the whisky flames in the glass and thaws the blood; not only for the rattle of hailstones down the chimney and doused by fire; not just for the way the brand-new ring, slipped cool on a finger, flushes with life; or the warmth of the bed, and the warmth of another, when streetlamps are spinning snow outside. But also for the good, true cold, shocking us back to all our senses: the broken-off star of ice in the hand, the sting of the wind and the quickening heart. For the splintering light, and the frost in our voices, striking, and making the strung air ring; December cold with its wilder gifts for when are we more alive than now? Jean Sprackland

Grace at Christmas by Jean Sprackland. "December cold with its wilder gifts" #PoetryAdventCalendar #Day22

Good morning :-)
Today I am being made redundant from the charity I work for part time, and this is a Good Thing.
The software project I've been instrumental in is a success, so they don't need me any more & are free of their previous very expensive M$ system.
More money for good works!
Success!

Hello World :-)
I hope this is a good space. Let's all play nice :-)